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Daywalker (Free verse) by Blade

He Stalks Hunting through every Darkened street, Passing by each flickering lamppost. Hastening to find his soul. The blood lust rises Searing blood red anger, deep behind his eyes.

razorgrin 22-Oct-02/11:22 AM
let's all face it folks: this poem blows bishops for bus fare and then walks home.




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